Chloe It was warm, the kind of warmth that made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you. A feeling I hadn’t known in years. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light. I wasn’t at home. The air smelled faintly of cedar. My gaze lifted to see Alexander. He was leaning over me, his expression unreadable as he gently pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder. I reached for his hand without thinking, my fingers curling around his. His green eyes flicked down to where our fingers met, then up to mine. His brow rose, just a little. “Did I wake you? You should go back to slee—” “Stay,” I whispered, tugging him down. He paused, caught off guard, our faces now only inches apart. He stared down at me. My own chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. The air between us felt charged. “You’re tired,” he said, voice low, and strained. I shook my head slowly. “I’m not tired. I want you.” His jaw flexed, and I watched as he clenched his fist at his side l
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